Hey, I like Sunspot even though I haven't heard him speak. I like him and Bobby together. So...
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Roberto dug his hands into the torn up field, letting his rage and frustration settle for a few seconds and the sun beat on him. Before he stood and ran after the green and blue soccer ball. He elbowed number sixty-three as payback for the shove and took the ball all the way to the end of the field right to the goalie that gulped in fear. Roberto Da Coasta had possibly the best kick in all of Rio. The kick was good as usual but Roberto wasn't his breath came short, his vision blurred, the sun heated him more than usual, his muscles ached. This team was rougher than the Thuderbolts had expected. The game moved on with the Thuderbolts winning by one point. Roberto's best friend, Lucas, gave his shoulder a slight squeeze when Roberto went down again in a painful way. Both teams were tried but one player, number twenty-five, took things too far for both the rules and Roberto's patience. He watched Lucas fall on his left leg as he screamed in pain. This was it and it was the heat of the moment. Roberto was a shy person but he had enough. He could can it if he was just him falling but no one hurts his friends. He started telling him that he needed to knock it off but number twenty-three just pushed him. Heat rose even more in Roberto as he pushed back, knocking the older boy to the ground. People screamed in pure terror and ran for their lives. Roberto caught sight of what there were screaming at as he brought his arms in. He stared at his skin at was now on... fire. It was being covered by something. He sunk to his knees. 'What is happening? What will Father think? Are people afraid of me? What is happening?' After a while he rose, looked around at the empty stadium. What was he? It had disappeared but still... he ran. News had traveled, of course it had the game was being put on the air. He slows into a walk, two of his states have been corrupted. He stops in front of a darkened alleyway. His sense are put on alert as they should when a cloth of strangely sweet smelling chemicals is put over his nose and mouth.